Superman Time
This is my brother, and I not currently, but at some point in the past. I thought it was funny; I still make the same faces as back in those days.
There are very few times now a days that I can really feel like that again, free, mostly from my self, I am pretty wrapped up in my head, and when I meditate, man, that can make the down times even more congested and in almost a dictated chaos, vision, wondering if I am the same man.
My stomach has been turning lately, part of the disease I wonder? I don’t think so. My guess is one of two things, either these new neutropics that I have been taking are disagreeing with me or the stress and conjecture of the soon to be future are taking its toll on me. Those of you who know me know what I am talking about…
I don’t know why I am having such a hard time with some of this, I am truly happy for all of it but I have this doomsday syndrome (which I have to say I really like about myself most of the time). It’s driving me crazy, I wish I could just be put at rest about it and focus on the art, the science, the remaining time.
Love you all
